It’s autumn, it’s sough, it’s sleep
The trees, on the street are all sobbing
It’s coughing, it’s mourning, it’s void
It’s cold and it’s drizzling

The lovers, all sicker and sadder
Make jestures, bizarre, on the street –
And leaves fall down heavy and wet
In eternal sleep

I stay, and I go, and I’m turning,
The lovers are making me sad
I feel like pointlessly laughing
It’s cold, and it’s drizzling